That's awesome, bro. [And he means it, stretching a fist over to punch Finn gently on the shoulder. It's a small, supportive gesture. Jake follows it up with a quick noogie, just in case those lingering doldrums in Finn's body language threatened to stick around.] About time you evolved your first aid skills past boo-boo kisses.

[As old as Finn was getting, Jake still couldn't let go of his self-imposed responsibility to keep it light. He turns back to his mix, carefully folding in all his additions with a wooden spoon.]

Wanna get me a loaf pan, buddy?